The clouds had made a crimson crown <br />Above the mountains high. <br />The stormy sun was going down <br />In a stormy sky. <br /> <br />Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, <br />And hold your breath between? <br />In all the ages this can never be <br />As if it had not been.<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-35/
